Mortal:Hey im back. Sorry for dissapering.

Muse:I thought you died.

Mortal:Nope.

chapter three: i smell burning tires

"Are you serious? Do you know what this means? It means that I'm not crazy! Take that stupid educational system, parents, and so called friends!" Aqua said, a little too enthusiastic about the ordeal. This took everyone aback; no one ever took the news that the Greek gods were real, not even mortals that saw through the mist.

"Um, okay, I guess we should start back to camp. Wait, dammit, I have no more money." I said.

I fingered my pockets trying to find some cash. Nothing but a ball point pen, some lint, three paperclips, a wooden carving of Crissy I'm making for her birthday, four drachmas, two shoelaces, and a hellhound tooth. How in Hades did I get a hellhound tooth? Oh well, more trophies for me. I was just about to give up when I had an idea. "Hey Crissy, do you have any drachmas?"

She had been scavenging her pockets as well, trying to find her money as well to no avail. She looked at me as if trying to get inside my head, which she always could, but gave up and handed the golden coins to me. "I hope you have a good reason for this, I was saving up for something important." Crissy snarled.

I walked over to the fountain, tossed a golden drachma in the rainbow created by the mist, and said, "Iris, goddess of the rainbow, hear my plea. Show me Grover." Right then, Crissy began to put two and two together, but the look on her face said she somehow got three. Grover was facing the other way, tending to something spiny that might have been a rose at one time. "Hey Grover, how are you?"

"Buwaaa! Erato, why did you scare me like that? I was just about to leave this wilderness deprived area, and then from Texas I would go to Colorado." Said the short satyr.

"Well instead of Colorado, how about Washington?"

"Washington? That sounds great, but what's the catch? What do I have to do?"

"Oh nothing much, just help us get a ride back to camp"

"Okay, I can do that. So you're in Washington? Ill teleport there right now." He disappeared from view, and walked out of the bushed next to us.

"Wow, when where you able to do that? It's really cool. Can you maybe teleport us to camp?"

He shook his head, his horns filled with vines. "I can only teleport when I'm by myself. I'm glad that you reminded me of Washington, I've got to do something here."

A sense of dread overcame me, and I thought about the prophesy. "What did you have to do here?"

"Oh, I have to make a deal with a stubborn nymph who won't let any of the amazing animals from around here roam free."

"That sounds interesting, you mind if we come with you before you send us home?" I had suddenly found the square root of two plus two, the prophesy wasn't about Grover dying, it was talking about the nymph and animals, whichever one Grover didn't side with. The choice I had to make was whether or not to allow them die, to stop Grover. I had to do my best to make sure no death was without reason.

"Sure you can come, but do you want me to send the new half-bloods to camp?" Grover whispered.

"No way in hell am I going to miss this! I mean a talking goat man? Who would pass this up?" Aqua squealed to all of our pain.

"I wouldn't frickin' miss it for all the magic in the world, if Blondie is really going." Tribble laughed uncontrollably. "I really want to see miss happy-go-lucky see death or at least pain."

"Um, do any of you smell that? It kind of smells bitter-sweet." Crissy said looking around for the source.

Right then, I smelled Burning tires in the air. Every time I smelled burning tires, something bad happened. Last time, I had lost time, a watch that doubled as a gps that I had found. The time before that, I had almost been killed by the Minotaur itself, but it just left, like it was called to get revenge on someone. So I never knew how bad it would be, but u was going to be prepared for anything. I took out my scimmy, the grey stones jutting out of the hilt contrasting to the purple blade, with little blades produced from the main blade, though they were still curved towards the same area. On the blade was an image of an eagle and an owl. The blade so sharp, it literally cut the air. I should know, I'm part sky god. My boomerang was also purple, but the bladed part of it was silver, and there where stripes of blue along the weapon itself. It was about 5 feet long, but could change into a chain anytime I wanted. As prepared as I thought I was, I was no where near prepared for what was going to happen.

Mortal: How could he just leave it like that?

Muse: Because he accidentaly wrote the perfect cliffy.

Mortal: I hate those.

Muse: So do i.

Writer: *appearing out of the mist* I hate them also, but you gotta keep em reading.

Mortal: Hey Woodmark.

Muse: He's going to explode!!!

Writer: umm. hey Mort. i gotta go now.

Mortal: ha and you thought i would explode. *he sets himself on fire* wooo celebration pyre!!